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Is silence protection or the cause?

Written during the Pandemic when I worked in a carehome. This is a small fantasy of mine, not edited by Steven, he's working on the New World. James is bugging out, but comes across a group of women he works with.

A Daughter and her Dad get Blacktized! A Black man stalks a rugged white biker and his young blonde daughter, discovering their secret incestuous relationship in a parking lot. Using a stun gun and a mind-control drug, he subdues them both, then sexually dominates the daughter in front of her father, breaking their bond and establishing his superiority. He humiliates the father into submission.

A family flees persecution, hiding with a friend and her husband. As months pass kindness comes with a price. Don't read if you want an uplifting story.

A photographer meets a recently divorced woman named Anna for a casual photo arrangement. After a few dates and a party where she confesses her love, the night takes an unexpected turn as Anna indulges freely upstairs while he watches from the doorway. A raw, detached account of mismatched expectations and sudden freedom.

A young Southern lawyer gets stranded in New England at Christmas during a blizzard and meets a local bakery store owner

A romantic dinner, a charming entomologist, and one very enthusiastic off-menu dish. Technically Edible is a comedy of manners about the distance between good intentions and good judgment. Measured, in this case, in legs.

I never set out to become a hedonistic, promiscuous hermaphrodite, but once it happened, I embraced every inch of the change without a single regret.

A naked young woman, a diner’s secret, and a love that sees everything. Kate chose radical honesty, no clothes, no hiding. But when she uncovers a coworker’s desperate theft, she must decide: expose the truth or save someone drowning. A raw, warm coming-of-age romance about being truly seen.

When Emmie and Marie Vane pointed at a young Apache woman in a dusty New Mexico trading post and said they wanted her for a mother, the whole territory held its breath. Cosay had survived alone in the hills for five years, trusting no one and belonging nowhere. Coulter Vane had spent eighteen months drowning quietly in grief. Neither of them was looking for what walked through that door. But two little girls saw clearly what fear keeps hidden — and sometimes the brave